I dried off and returned to my vantage point at the top of the stairs and continued to watch and listen.I had been away perhaps 20 minutes, and in the...intervening time, they had moved, now sat on a sofa together but turned to face each other.They were still working their way through the bottle and I could see they had polished off close to half.It appeared as though at least for the time being mum had come to terms with what she had seen. “it’s not been easy for me for the last few years. It wasn't hard to find a picture of Clare, at least half of them were of her in all sorts of compromising positions. I hadn't looked at them for a couple of years, but instantly, the memories came flooding back. Oh my she was really built, her large firm tits on her slim frame; just looking at her images had got me hard. One by one I looked at her pictures, most just showed her naked or nearly so, but there was a few where I had captured her doing something naughty. This one showed her holding. ************************************************* Long Holiday As it was Monday morning, I got up early, washed, shaved, put on a business suit and sat down for a quick breakfast. I put the coffee mug and cereal bowl in the dishwasher and went to the front door to pick up my briefcase and laptop. They weren’t in their usual place. It hit me then. I was on holiday. I wasn’t going to work. I wouldn’t be going to work ever again. My holiday was four weeks of accumulated days I hadn’t taken last. Dinner waited for him in his room — bread and meat from the farm, only the wine was brought in from a warmer province. The meals were cold, but he didn't mind. Pork, lamb, poultry, and, occasionally, that other meat. He didn't pay much attention to what he ate, he ate for nourishment, not for culinary delight.Usually he ate alone, but on some days he called for the girl. One day his money would run out, but for now he could still afford the little extra fee. When he sought company, it was.